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About Perth

So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

III. The first time

I seen all kinda shit: wild nights, laughs, and a bit o’ sadness, all brewed in a stew of passion. Every nook got a flavor. Imma shout out to that graffiti on Brick Alley—dope tags shout “Say goodbye to language” in splashes of orange and blue. It’s like art got its own language, beyond words.

Chocolate Labrador Grunts with Joy on Way to Dog Park and It’s the Cutest Road Trip Tune